I wonder often if I will ever get ahead
Not wonder how the next paycheck-
Will pay for the car loan, insurance, daycare.
And of course, the mortgage.
The Super moon hovers over me-
But I wish it would absorb some of these bills.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
My crampons crunched into the snow, as the sky began to come alive with the sun rising over a crest behind me. The only lights near me are headlamps in a straight row, and the whiteness from the snow appearing more clearly. Six people mimic me, tied together by harnesses and a blue and green weaved climbing rope, a six to eight step difference. Relying on me to lead, guide, and set the pace, I stop to look behind me to see a row of white helmets glowing from their headlamps. "Step. Crunch. Breath in. Step. Crunch. Breath Out. Step. Crunch. Breath in," I yell military style. They need me to talk through our breathing. 13,000' and my legs are moving slower, the crampons are feeling heavier with each step. My breathing feels like its being strangled by the rope attached to my back carabiner. I want to stop. Sit. Eat. Not move again. I wonder how I can check in with others behind, how I can lead, yell, talk if I feel light-headed, questioning my decisions to tip-toe on the edge of a crevasse that has just appeared, I think. I have lost track of how many hours have passed. The sun is my best friend reminding me of time, as it burns off the whisking clouds appearing at my head as my elevation increases. As I remember to look up, look ahead, I know we are close, highest I have ever been. I want to run, but I know I am moving in very slow motion. I slip off my crampons, thankfully being able to walk on stone, scree and scramble to the summit to kiss the sky at 14, 562'.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Most words blow through the breeze as I swing high on a swing
Every day Mojo seeps through a filter in my brain
Draining as processed
"Buzz" words in my every day profession
Glide on through like water moving over river rocks
No second thought
But when words stick
It's Intimate
Like two bodies on a warm summer night
Not letting go
The words smear
Against our chests
And could be wiped away
But chosen not to be.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
What do you see in my eyes?
Clouds thunder on by
Leaving my mind
Thick- congested, muffled
In thought.
I wait for the sky to lift
The heaviness off my mind
Yet my endless drifting of thoughts
And dreams are not lifting.
I have yet to hear
when someone looks into my eyes
humor, lightheartedness, playfulness
Instead it's intensity, mixture of deep thought, determination
And sometime concern.
I never share truly what's there.
For me, when I look into my eyes-
I describe it with color-
Green, blue, grays and red
Maybe someday I'll share.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
I hear your voice again
And the world closes in.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
I wonder often-
if I will ever get ahead
Not wonder how the next paycheck-
Will pay for the car loan, insurance, daycare.
And of course, the mortgage.
The Super moon hovers over me-
But I wish it would absorb some of these bills.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
A long shot
To look into your eyes again
A hope
To hear your voice
A wince
Just respond to a text
Trying to catch my breath
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
my mind needed to be iced
while you
you chewed, nibbled and gnawed
your thin, red straw
up and down,
teeth marks indented in it-
while I wish it were my body.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
You lay me down
like a leaf falling from a tree
wrap me
reaching for what feels like-
stars.
reality is quickly
dismissed around me.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Lift my arms up high
as if I am expecting
to be lifted down.
I sit six feet high on top
of the commercial white box…waiting.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC